Rican Johnny

[Intro] Murder For Hire Bread Winner Association Comission guys are it We got it for the next two summers, nigga Take her backseat watch this It's Holiday Season, bitch Money count don't stop Foreign cars, bad bitches Suitcase full of money (Holiday Season) Nigga I don't get tired [Hook] Money really make me feel like I could be somebody When I pull up in that Benz, beaucoup freaks surround me I was born with a plug who am I to lie You know I let them fly like Puerto Rican Johnny Money comin' to me ridin' round with duffel bags Stacks of dirty money wrapped in beaucoup rubber bands I was born with a plug who am I to lie You know I let them fly like Puerto Rican Johnny [Verse 1] My bitch is Tahoe, this whip came equipped with Moscato My driver be drivin' me around Gunner and Boobie, my clique full of shooters look stupid They sendin' them rounds While I'm in bounds, awkwardly I got an ounce Groupies be followin' me around Want me the take off the rubbers, you dummy it's nothin' You fuck with a few of my rounds Britches ain't baggy, but my pants are saggin' This Five Panel hat and I just turned it backwards Somewhat eclectic I don't fuck with rappers I'm not into swaggin' but they love my swagger Your bitch is an animal, fuck from the back And it's somewhat degradin' the way I behave with her Want me to stay with her, I could just play with her hard On her feelings won't kiss her, won't lay with her [Pre-Hook] Bitch I got paper to get If I'm broke then I'd probably end up unhappy I'm a ceramic, pull up on carbon ceramics My bitch didn't deliver a package The neighbor was snoopin', he threatened to take me to court And you know we look at it like rattin' Nigga out in front of his home felt like aiming this long But that shit wasn't even effective [Hook] [Verse 2] Where the bands at, rubber band that Caught money givin' orders to a bitch, excuse me? Fynna say orders to your bitch I ain't really even really wanna argue this shit I got a condo and a crib And the people that I own it check, now nigga come get it how you live Put that on the RIP, Rest in Peace to my nigga Weep got a feelin' that I'm on a muthafuckin' wig Carve a pussy not at all a pussy, would it bother you or can I call you pussy? On the phone with a bitch I can call for pussy, I ain't feed her no dick Im'ma starve the pussy Ball with the balls and my arms in the pause, run a nigga up with his arms in the car In the car unalarm, in the car with a alarm I was talkin' bout the feds if your offed then your on [Bridge] I'm in love with the way the money come off of these drugs My conversations addictive some people might catch 'em a buzz While you was in jail this nigga was fuckin' your fiancé That bitch gon' love and she gon' kik but she not Beyonce [Hook] [Outro] Niggas playin' with my niggas when they not here You know you owe some niggas money its gon' sound fair Treat my nigga like he [living?] you a pussy nigga And don't be rappin' on his name with all you pussy niggas Ball, welcome to Puerto Rico Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico You got that in there? Let me hear that nigga